Every day contains a story
An exercise that I gave my storytelling class last week that I've been doing for two weeks now and loving: At the end of every day, ask yourself: If you…
An exercise that I gave my storytelling class last week that I've been doing for two weeks now and loving: At the end of every day, ask yourself: If you…
My son loves the iPad. He has complex machines that make sounds, trucks with dozens of moving parts, electric trains, musical instruments, arts and crafts, tools and sports equipment, and…
There are currently 278 Republicans in both the House and Senate. Every single one of them is a Christian. Just 23 are women. There is one African-American. That African-American, Tim…
These two sentences exist on the Internet. Not ironically or comedically, but with all the sincerity and earnestness that the comment implies. I can’t tell you how happy I am…
My daughter woke up at 5:45 this morning. Sirens from nearby fire engines and police cars woke her up. After checking in on her mother and finding her asleep and…
If you’ve never noticed it, you will now. It’s everywhere. The word ‘Mens,’ absent an apostrophe, indicating a restroom for the male persuasion. It looks ridiculous. Right? ‘Men’ is already…
I don’t care if it’s the culture of the game. I don’t care if teammates are depending upon the retaliation for their own protection. I don’t care if the manager…
My daughter refers to mowing the lawn as a “Daddy job.” Her mother agrees. My hope is that my son’s interest in the lawn mower is just as strong when…
Years ago, I wrote a poem about the value of a cardboard box. It was based upon an afternoon that I spent with my childhood friend, David. The poem…
My five year-old daughter’s declaration to me: “Daddy, I’m a person, and that means I can say whatever I want. Anything. Whenever I want.” Nothing was said to incite this…